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My mind is numb, tingly, and filled with ginger ale, like a foot that's been asleep for too long. Silly brain. Despite its apparent malfunctioning, I have much I need to accomplish. I need to do ten drawings this afternoon. At some point, I also need to finish five silver rings by Tuesday (lord have mercy....). And tonight, I have to go to a spaghetti dinner at the Bogganses, then make my way to a Kung Fu Christmas party in Moncton. Kung Fu Christmas. I like that. It sounds ... spiffy.
Last night, I attended the first of the interminable Christmas parties. It was a computer science faculty party. I sat with the theoretical division. We were very silly. I had a paper airplane competition with one of the Russians. I won, of course, although he maintains his plane is superior. Maybe it's superior for short distances and slow speeds, but mine flew the fastest and the furthest.
Later on, we sang some very silly Christmas carols with geekish lyrics, and somehow, I got a couple of what would appear to be stodgy old profs up doing the chicken dance with me. I don't think anyone expected the party to go in quite that direction. I suspect I was the catalyst for wacky behaviour. Maybe it's because I just do my own thing and enjoy myself, and then when someone follows my example, the rest of the people realize that it's ok to be silly.
I can think of worse things to do with myself.
...like do ten boring drawings for my jewellery rendering class, I suppose.
Sigh....
Last night, I attended the first of the interminable Christmas parties. It was a computer science faculty party. I sat with the theoretical division. We were very silly. I had a paper airplane competition with one of the Russians. I won, of course, although he maintains his plane is superior. Maybe it's superior for short distances and slow speeds, but mine flew the fastest and the furthest.
Later on, we sang some very silly Christmas carols with geekish lyrics, and somehow, I got a couple of what would appear to be stodgy old profs up doing the chicken dance with me. I don't think anyone expected the party to go in quite that direction. I suspect I was the catalyst for wacky behaviour. Maybe it's because I just do my own thing and enjoy myself, and then when someone follows my example, the rest of the people realize that it's ok to be silly.
I can think of worse things to do with myself.
...like do ten boring drawings for my jewellery rendering class, I suppose.
Sigh....
